If you could see yourself
For just one second
Through my eyes
You would love
Yourself for
Eternity

I still remember the day you stole my love.
My world became blurry, except the image of you.
I imparted every unique part of me.

                    I still recall the day you pummeled my love.
                    Taking my innocence and your serving of my heart.
                    You left me wounded, but I guess that wasn’t your plight.

                                         I still hate the day loving became complicated.
                                         I no longer share pieces of myself.
                                        The distinguished part you took- *I’m unable to rebuild.

Our bodies are poetry
from soft to smooth to hard
our bodies are poetry
freckled, shaped and scarred

Our mouths are dancers
unchoreographed, with memory
our fingers are virgins
gentle and trembling

Our eyes, are passerbys
our noses, cuddling cubs
our arms, reconnecting friends
our knees buckle with every touch

Our bodies are poetry
fitting into every groove
our bodies are poetry
from hard to soft to smooth